Remembering an old friend.... Probably my first in life

Mr Singh ( Keeping the name anonymous... lets just call him Mr Singh) was a supernumerary of weirdness, tantamount to the most abnoxious nightmare. The first time I laid eyes on this creature with ursine bearings and vapid, dreamy eyes, i knew that we would never be friends, never ever. As fate would have it we became best friends. I learnt 2 things that day, All sardars are not stupid. Mr Singh was a virtuoso with words, a genius, who blew a zephyr of positivity into my life, he was my reality check, and i think I was his..and we both came out good huh? he wid academic vicissitude and me with a new look. His company was therapeutic and fun. So all in all a great friend who stood by me, a self anointed genius, really gullible(he'll believe anything), a diehard junk foodie, Punk to the core (god knows why) and a conoiser of funky clothes & accesories ,and ofcourse a complete wierdo. I cherish the moments we spent jogging, checking out babes, and getting raped by education....Its ages we lost touch with each other... sometimes i feel like getting back to those days.... enuff of nostalgia.... coming back to the present.....before i wind up,the other thing I learnt that fateful day.... its expensive being a sardar, think all that shampoo!!